977 Hundred Battle Tes (1/2)

The information that Mo Qingge had compiled for Mo Wen had mentioned the Nine-Day Art of Creation. The details were rather solemn. This was where the core of the ancient Creation Sect lay. It was said that this was related to the Creation Pool.

Mo Wen planned to keep the Nine-Day Art of Creation a secret. He was determined to not breathe a word about it to anyone else.

He looked around. He was surrounded by so much snow it was as if he was in a snowfield.

There was no doubt about it. He was now at the seventh test—the Hundred Battle Test.

The previous six tests had been assessing the basics but the seventh test onwards was the true test of a person's abilities.

He could move on to the next test if he passed the seventh one. If he failed, then the Path of Creation would end here.

According to the information, the seventh test was much better than the two tests that would follow. It was not too dangerous. That said, no matter how little danger it seemed to pose, the danger level still varied from person to person. Throughout the course of history, there had been several monks who had overestimated their abilities and had ended up dying.

Mo Wen leaped into the air and flew far into the distance. Quick as a flash of lightning, a spacious city immediately appeared in his peripheral vision.

The Hundred Battle Test. There was only one city in the seventh test, and it was called the Hundred Battle Test. As its name suggested, it was likely that there would be a lot of battles waged in the city.

After a moment, Mo Wen flew into the city. The city was as small as a hand from a distance but upon closer inspection, the city was so big it filled Mo Wen's field of vision. It was impossible to see the edges of the city; it seemed to stretch on for thousands of miles.

It was impossible for a city in the mortal realm to be this big but, for martial arts practitioners, constructing such a city was not a difficult task.

However, the Hundred Battle Test was different. This was not a city populated by human beings; there were not even animals in it. This was a city completely automated, and it was somewhat similar to the mechanized maze city in the Lord of Dragon City. But it was bigger and much more mysterious than the mechanized maze city.

The ancient Creation Sect had the Power of Creation in their hands. Whether it was refined weapons, alchemy, puppet mastery, or machine mastery… As long as it involved creation, the attainments of the ancient Creation Sect were unparalleled.

Mo Wen had always had a deep longing for the ancient Creation Sect. Although Ji Wuya had gone on to be heralded as the Medicine Sage, she still could not hold a candle to the alchemy of the Creation Sect. That era was still one that was difficult for people of today to envision.

Regardless of which level of the city you were at, there was no difference between this and any regular city. If you looked up, you could still see the blue sky and white clouds, which completely defied the basic laws of physics. However, the ancient Creation Sect was a titan of their era, so it was not surprising that they had come up with something like this.

”Die, intruder!”

All of a sudden, mechanized voices started ringing out from within the city. Shadowy figures followed tightly behind one another and appeared on the walls of the city. Although those figures seemed very human-like, they were not: they were puppets. Some of the puppets were even self-aware and could make progress with their cultivation. This was all rather fascinating.

Mo Wen was intercepted the moment he came close to the city, but he never stopped. He continued flying forward.

The city had little regard for negotiations. They valued ability, so you had to fight to get through them.

”Attack!”

When they sensed that Mo Wen had no intention of stopping, the puppets on the walls turned hostile and started attacking right away.

In an instant, rays of energy shot out from within the city. They covered the sky and the earth as if they were locusts passing by.

Mo Wen did not even bat an eyelid at the rays. Shadows that resembled clouds and fog manifested from his body. The tightly knit energy rays did not even come into contact with the edges of his clothes.

The Glory of Cloud had made it difficult for regular attacks to even reach him. Energy rays like this that lacked any sort of depth were very unlikely to damage him at all.

The power of the energy rays wasn't that strong. They were about as strong as an attack by a martial art practitioner in the Martial Arts Grandmaster First Realm. To Mo Wen, this sort of power would barely even scratch him even if he did not get out of its way.

The defense outside the city was something that even a somewhat powerful martial arts grandmaster could tear through. What was really difficult for Mo Wen was the seven-floor city pond. The higher up he went, the greater the difficulty. If he went in recklessly, he could risk dying there.

Like a flash of lightning, Mo Wen pushed past the defense and sped into the city, leaving all of them far behind him. There was absolutely no way the puppets on the city walls who were, at best, on par with those at the Martial Arts Grandmaster Second or Third Realm, could hold him back. They could barely even keep up with his shadow!

A Battle Platform!

He flew into the city and landed straight in the midst of the hundreds of battles that were being waged in the city center.